It had been days, days of this fucking sitting here going insane. Feeling the ground move, feeling those fucking furry bastards chewing on my skin.
"At least one day my leg convulsing squashed a couple of the bastards". I laughed to myself.
It wasn't the first spasm, my arm had started to as well. My whole body would jolt sometimes.
I started to get on the track of thinking:
"What if this is all just some fucking mind thing?"
"What if I can really move if I just try for once".
So I did, I sat there for hours thinking about moving my arm, all the frustration building up inside. All the anger rising and there was still, not a fucking thing in the world I could do except sit there and watch myself rot and be eaten.
Days past, well I'm pretty sure they were days. The sun shining on to me had come and gone a few times anyway. I started doing it again, trying to fucking move these limbs of mine, trying to make some progress. Still nothing, still not a fucking thing. Frustration just built up too much and that's when it happened: I started screaming at the top of my lungs, I was actually doing something. I was actually fucking making a noise. Through all this frustration and anger there was actually something: my cracked scream coming out. I'm not sure if it's a relief or not.
Over the next few days I focused all my frustration on this fucking leg, screaming and yelling at the fucker:
"If he was a kid he'd be traumatised for the rest of his life!" I said to myself.
For no apparent reason I just felt so stupid and broke out in to laughter;
"You stupid fucking leg", I laughed manically.
"What are you going to do now, hmm?" I screamed and laughed again.
It was then my fucking leg flung over to the side, kicking a huge pile of dirt in my face in a single movement.
"Well, that's awesome" I thought to myself.
I'm fucking being attacked by my own body, the thing I need least about now. I tried closing my eyes and bit down on my lip. It was then I tasted the blood in my mouth, felt the grit from the dirt and tasted the foul shit.
So this was great now, I can kick my legs about, I can scream at the top of my lungs in frustration. "Fuck I'm a regular superhero aren't I?" I yelled out.
I guess at least it's progress.